“do you hear the people sing singing the song of angry men it is the music of the people who will not be fucked over by nbc again”
—sheree
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW ISAAC IS THE LIVING EMBODIMENT OF THAT HALF OF TUMBLR WHO ACTUALLY LOVE SCOTT AND DON'T THINK HE'S USELESS. IDK IT'S JUST LOVELY SEEING A CHARACTER TELL HIM HOW GREAT HE IS AND LOOKING SO SMITTEN BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I FEEL LIKE WHEN I LOOK AT SCOTT
isaac is me, i am isaac
i literally just drew a doodle bc i can’t find the words
It Was Only a Kiss
“Which team am I supposed to be rooting for again?” Jesse asks, squinting down at the field. They’re high up in the stands, looking over a large soccer field. The whole stadium is full, actually, but what could you expect? It’s the biggest game of the season, and Jesse’s not really sure why they’re here, but he doesn’t mind. Doesn’t mind, because Andrew is sitting next to him and their shoulders are touching as they share popcorn.
Well. Andrew is actually eating most of the popcorn. Jesse doesn’t like how the kernels get stuck in his teeth sometimes, but he’s nibbling and that keeps Andrew happy and smiling next to him.
“I don’t know,” Andrew says truthfully, and Jesse chances a glance in his direction. Andrew’s smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looks at him. Not for the first time, Jesse finds his breath knocked clean out of him. Not just because Andrew’s smile is beautiful, which it is, but because he sees that look in his eye again. That look that’s meant just for him, and he’s not been able to decipher what it means just yet.
“As long as we’re both confused.” Jesse smiles back and turns his attention back to the game. He can feel Andrew’s eyes on him, though. His face flushes despite himself. Apparently, half-time is coming up, because as he looks at one of the large screens suspended over the field, he can see that the time has run down. Two seconds left. He doesn’t really see the point in continuing when there are only two seconds left, but he does understand that the rules of the game deem it so.
“So, um,” Jesse says to Andrew, turning towards him. Their heads are bent toward one another, and he can feel the warmth coming from Andrew on his own cheeks. “Remind me again why we decided to do this?”
“I wanted to see if soccer is as good as football. And you so graciously agreed to accompany me.” Andrew grins and tweaks one of Jesse’s curls just as the entire stadium erupts in a cheer. They look toward the field again, and it seems as though the time on the clock has run out, and one team has pulled into the lead.
Half-time has officially started.
“Great,” Andrew says, “Do you want anything from the concession stand?” His gaze is trained on Jesse now.
Jesse opens his mouth to respond, when something on the field catches his eye. More specifically, something above the field. “Oh, shit,” he breathes, eyes widening.
“Jess?” A frown appears on Andrew’s features, creasing his eyebrows together in a way that Jesse hates, but he can’t even process it right now. “What’s wrong?”
“Andrew, Andrew we’re — Um, Just.” Jesse motions over the field, and Andrew follows his line of sight. Jesse hears his breath catch when he realizes.
“Oh.”
A chant has started up around the stadium, and it turns into a dull roar before Jesse can even blink. Or register, really, that he and Andrew are being filmed, right now, and being projected onto the screens above the stadium. The chant forms into a single word that makes a blush creep up Jesse’s neck and spread over his cheeks.
KISS, KISS, KISS, KISS, KISS, KISS—
Jesse turns to Andrew, searching for him. “What do we do?” he asks, and he can feel himself starting to panic. His blood has turned to ice in his veins, and chillbumps rise over his arms. His throat feels thick. Hard to breathe. Hard to think straight.
“It’s just a kiss, Jess,” Andrew says, and before Jesse can do anything, Andrew leans forward and presses their lips together, his hand gently resting at the back of his neck. Jesse feels Andrew’s slim fingers toying with the curls at the nape of his neck, and this is all too much but he kisses him back anyway.
The crowd erupts into cheers again, and when they pull away, their kiss is still being broadcast (evidently, there’s some delay). Jesse watches, transfixed, breathless, completely overwhelmed.
“What do you say,” Andrew says, suddenly very close — so close that his breath brushes his ear, “we skip out on the rest of the game? Let’s have dinner. I’ll cook.”
Jesse smiles and gives a sigh of relief, because yes, that sounds perfect. And he’s done with being the center of attention for now. Well, maybe not completely done. With Andrew, he always feels like the center of attention. Usually, he wouldn’t be okay with that. But with Andrew, he’s okay with a lot of things that would normally freak him out.
“Yeah,” he breathes, “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”
